I'd tinker with a fay,
A little beast unscrutable,
Such knowledge and decay,
More jinn or kami than a 'gel.

In light absurdist stars,
On this fine frozen eve,
The winds are caught in trees,
So battered by the black-
-end grass and all the op-
-ened sky is starkly breath-
-less. . .

Scattered light shatters as the crystals do,
Right through the tiny slivers inbetween-
My fingers clasped upon the rays glow red-
Hot though they hold the chill of autumn air.

Poems to share deep shallow reflections,
To call you to my mental world,
My map of language and shaped sound,
My blooming model for how things what,
Their names, their means, the people too,
I see them and I think and write,
The Lord, my Friend, my Shepherd too,
I see Him and I think and write.